Black Mountain Morning

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Whispers of smoke, mystic and chilled.

Black mountains send up a signal to the dawn.

Silvery white like a fire swiftly dying.

Calls for light’s rising hymn.

Canopied colors in rosy opaque.

Nettles unseen, cloaked by the greys.

Sketches the peaks in dawn’s mottled lines

Silhouettes sketch ‘long the rim.

Each rising mist, a fire burning fierce

Mirror by longings begun at the Dawn.

Formed for the Journey, inform by the Voice

That calls me to the mountain with Him.

And from the path your voice begs me join,

Urges me reach for the day

Embrace the choice, leave safe far behind,

Lose  your life along the way.